It takes two

Clink, clank, clink, clank. Echoed throughout the hall as a slim figure strutted down the hall. Eyes focused up, her black heeled boot clad legs moving one infront of the other, her shoulders high and her hair in wavy curls falling on her shoulder. With sunshades adorning her face and lips painted a darker shade of red, the young lady walked with an aura screaming confidence and intimidation.

Her red gown hung below her knee in rippled layers, looking like vertical waves clashing against each other. A thin chain belt adorned her waist. In her left hand was a black bag while the other ring clad hand was free of any task but pushing the hair off her face every now and then.

Further down the hall stood the elevator she was headed for. A beeping sound called her attention and a sigh escaped her lips as she dug into her bag, bringing out a cell phone clad in a black leather pouch. “You better make it snappy because I’m about to snap like a pregnant cat any moment from now Rudger.” She sneered in upmost distaste.

She heard a deep chuckle rumble from the other end and she rolled her eyes. “How typical of you to find this funny at this very moment.” She snapped in a tired tone.

“Easy there tiger. I warned you not to go but of course you choose to never listen to me.” She heard him say.

“Ah, glorifying yourself at this dire moment.” Her sarcastic tone came. “I’m actually busy right now Rudger so if there is anything important you have to say, now will be the right time to say it.” She was getting tired from walking in her high heeled knee length boots. The hall seemed unending. “I’ve been walking down this darned hallway for nearly fifteen minutes and it’s beginning to get annoying because my feet are aching.” She complained in a hushed tired and frustrated tone. Her eyes glanced up at the cream painted walls which had antique paintings adorning it every few inches away.

“Douglas has been imprisoned.” Her ears twitched at his words.

“Well it’s about time.” She said in her unfazed tone as she stepped into the elevator. She pressed a button and heaved a sigh. Finally the 1st floor. Does the sectors in this place ever end? She thought.

“I assumed you’d be happy with it.”

She scoffed at his words. “If it didn’t take three years then perhaps I would have been over the moon.” She said in exasperation and looked around the elevator.

“Valeria, you really should stop with the sarcasm. All you ever do is give sarcastic replies and ask sarcastic questions. Is that all life is to you? I’m trying to help you.” Her eyes twitched. She withheld the scoff from nearly falling out.

“Listen Rudger, we’d talk later. You need not be getting pissed off because of I remember clearly, I stated I was really in a good mood in the beginning of this conversation. I’m having a hard time getting out of this spacious contraption called a building.” Her annoyance was evident and though she was raging in raised pitches and higher tones, her low tone always had a way of making her moods evident.

“Perhaps you need a map?” She gasped unbelievably at him teasing her right now.

“You’re just a son of a bitch Rodger. I hope you choke on your laughter.” She said in a sweet tone that was anything but sweet. With that, she disconnected the call and tipped her head back, leaning on the steel, cold wall. She closed her eyes in exhaustion and yawned. Oh sleep, I’m coming.

Ding!

She climbed out of the elevator and continued her walk out of the reception.

“Have a nice day ma’am.” The thick French accent laced voice of the fringe haired receptionist made her throw a forced smile her way. More than anything, she wanted to get out of the enormous building.

Walking out of the glass door, she paused for a minute as she took a look out the building. She took a deep breath and exhaled. She dug out her cell phone and met just the message she was waiting for dancing on her screen. She smiled in satisfaction and made her way towards the black car parked in front of her. She opened the door and got in.

“Back to the hotel ma’am?” The chauffeur asked.

“Of course.” Came her dimmed voice. She threw her bag aside and caressed her roughed hair. Thank you breeze. Leaning her back against the leather seat, she stared out the window as he drove away.

She smiled as she saw the familiar building of the hotel she has come to enjoy staying in. She climbed out of the car and sighed as the evening breeze blew her hair aroud. She made her way towards the entrance, waving back at the receptionist that waved at her and said a polite greeting.

She got into the elevator and was about pressing a button for the fifteenth floor when a gentleman walked in. He stared at her for a brief second then buried his face in his cell phone that was in his hands. She stared at him a lot longer than see expected, surely he was tall and had his shoulder length curly hair in a band that held together only half of this hair, tendrils sat caressing his forehead and side burns. The prominent bridge of his nose and tip that stood pointed. A Greek nose. His thin lips that shone a contrast of pink and red and well pronounced cheek bones and a few degrees square jaw line. His dark drown brows stood perfect. His thick lashes framing his eyes each time he blinked, he was absolutely beautiful. A work of art.

She scoffed lightly at herself. It wasn’t bad to find someone attractive. His tall height made him even more pronounced. He stood in a white shirt and black corporate trousers; a blazer hanging on a finger over his shoulder. A few buttons of his chest appeared undone and she caught a glimpse of the upper view of his structured chest. A few hairs lined the middle. The scent of dark chocolate and sandalwood engulfed the small space mixed with her scent of vanilla and roses.

She looked away, focusing her gaze at the count down of the floors the elevator was going through. It was an awkward ride. Not that she cared. She was just counting down in her head for the moment she’d have her body collided against the soft bed. Her aching back and muscles seemed to enjoy the idea because she let out a subconscious moan which brought her out of her comfortable thoughts and back to reality. She exhaled sharply and turned to man standing next to her. He seemed unfazed. Thank God. She thought. That would have been embarrassing for no reason.

Her sore feet couldn’t handle standing any more let alone trapped in peep toe high heeled laced boots. She wasn’t going to have herself dying in an elevator because of some damned pair of boots. She clicked her tongue and bent down to free herself from the trap she was putting on. Carefully she loosened the laces from the first few inlets and pulled of the first boot. The relief she felt as her bare feet hit the ground was heavily. She subconsciously moaned again feeling free at last, as she pulled off the boot on the other leg.

She was back to her original height of 5′9′ and she could care less. She felt her breaths more relieved as half of her muscles calmed a little. Taking her boots into her hands, she ruffled her hair. Yes, she might be looking like a crazy mess at the moment but she didn’t give two fucks about it. Her comfortablity was more important to her.

Fifteenth floor at last. She wobbled out of the elevator as her feets were to sore to walk properly and limping was definitely not an option. Luckily, her room was just a stone throw away from the elevator. She didn’t spare the hot mess inside the elevator a second glance and just walked away.

His eyes rose up following the movements of the lady that simply amused him. Why wear heels if she was going to take them off and walk barefoot? But then, he wouldn’t deny loving the view he stole from the corners of his eyes while she had bent to free herself from the death trap. Once she was free, she wasn’t as tall and intimidating as she appeared before. She looked petite to him. Her gown had rode up her thigh, revealing a seductive sight of tanned skin and her round eyes popped out, adding a beautiful tease to the sight he befell. Certainly staring initially at the sight wasn’t intentional and he meant to look away but once his eyes beheld such a sight, it was extremely difficult to look away and be mannered.

He felt himself sift uncomfortably and something down there twitch a little. The sight of her ass swaying as she walked out of the elevator and her hair ruffled with strands all over her face was absolutely sexy. Her dark red lips parted in exhaustion was an even bigger tease. Was that even possible? He wasn’t the kind to stare but the lady he just encountered exuded sex appeal in every way. She was just drop dead gorgeous.

He looked at his phone and smirked. Take a picture, it lasts longer, they said. He licked his lower lip slowly as his eyes darkened. He was beyond exhausted and needed his room equally as well. He stepped out of the elevator and narrowed left. He needed a cold shower as fast as possible.

Banging the door of his room shut, he stole a glance at the picture in his phone. It was a picture he had taken while she was leaned against the wall of the elevator. She had her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted and strands from her shoulder length wavy hair scattered across her face.

Fuck!

Yes, he was fucked. He turned to the door and contemplated going out to wander down the hall with the hopes of running into her. She was in his system, giving him a hard time. Stop thinking about her damnit! You’d give yourself a severe case of blue balls. He sighed. His mind was right. It’s just a case of mindless attractions that happen on first sight, it wouldn’t last. Thinking further about it will be of no good to him.

He took one last look at the picture, his thumb hesitantly hovering over the delete button. Maybe I shouldn’t delete the picture, having it wouldn’t be bad. Just for keep sakes. Fully convinced, he saved the picture and dropped his cell phone on the red leather couch. His hands fiddled with the buttons of his shirt in an attempt to free himself. Sighing, he dragged himself up the stairs and into his room. The button of his trouser came undone and the band of his black underwear became visible. Looking into the mirror engraved on the wall, he sighed tired as his sore muscles protested with angry cracks as he flexed his back and massaged the nape of his neck a hand. On his left breast was an Italian sentence tattooed in cursive. His abs housed the beautiful drawing of a blue bird.

Stripping down to nothing but his underwear, he made his way into the bathroom with the hopes of a cold shower and a smooth night.